Walking along the pavement when a brick fell from scaffolding three stories above me. Missed me by about 18 inches.
19 yrs old 16 x 7.62 rounds through a window 1 hit me
I've been meaning to ask you, what is in the briefcase?
Walking along the pavement when a brick fell from scaffolding three stories above me. Missed me by about 18 inches.
That reminds me of the one time I've rock climbed on Ben Nevis (done lots of winter stuff). We'd walked up with bivy kit for a couple of days' climbing and were sat at the foot of Carn Dearg Buttress having a quick bite to eat before deciding on which route to do. My mate and I were sat about two metres apart with various bits of gear laying on the ground between us. All of a sudden there's a thrrrrmmm sound followed by a bang. We look at each other in a sort of "what the hell was that?" way and continue to get ready. It was then I noticed my cooking pans: the thrumming sound was a stone falling from high on the buttress and it had scored a direct hit on the pans. Even if we had been wearing helmets they wouldn't have stood a chance against the energy this had.
Wow, how did you manage that tuskaloosa?? I went up there a few years back, and with it being gravel for 1200km, it didn’t feel like the kind of road you go fast enough to flip a car on… And what did the car rental company say?!
I hit a really loose patch of gravel on a bend at abt 70mph... Car was our own - an old Honda Civic..miss that car though a real workhorse (saw a few big road trips back then)
Found the old pics, well give up trying to post pics on the new forum
I've had a few climbing in the Alps, the worst was caving though:
Abseiled into a big engine shaft with loads of tackle attached. (The shaft had broken into a cave system when it was sunk - presumably early C.20). For some reason I re-belayed the line to a tree beyond the wall surrounding the shaft (Line was tied off to some scaffold poles we had dropped across the shaft).
I abbed-in and about 100' down hit bad air, probably CO2 (I could by then see bin bags and carcasses another 50' or so below in the bottom of the shaft, that the local guardian of the countryside, Farmer Palmer had been dumping).
I changed over to rope walking gear to start ascending, but slipped into unconsciousness due to exertion and lack of O2. As I drifted off I remember thinking 'Well, that's all been rather nice, what a shame it has to end'. I was well f*cked - no possibility of rescue I reckoned. It was very peaceful (and gives me great hope that the end of life experience will generally be good - assuming one is not being ripped apart by lions or something)
Fortunately the two lads at the surface were quick thinkers. They drove my trannie van into the field, untied the rope from the tree, and tied it to the back door step of the van, put a jammer on the scaffold tubes to act as a pulley and to hold the rope, then drove backwards and forwards across the field, pulling me up in stages out of the shaft.
I was a bit bashed up as my face had scraped up the side of the shaft as I was being pulled out (I thought I'd gone blind, my eye sockets were full of congealed blood), but no ill effects/ brain damage (none discernible over and above all the skunk we used to smoke in those days anyway).
It affected me quite a lot for the first few years, less so now.
****! You win.
